Forecast - Broken Bottles lyrics

We're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to grow up We're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights The room spins as i watch you turn Waiting for the words We're so sick of being alone So come over stay longer Wasting time on mistakes we've made My eyes will tell you i haven't slept for days We're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to crawl home Were riding a low, where nothing make us whole So we'll bend our backs back to the start And start again